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Very few things gross me out. I cannot be squicked, as the fandom says, by anything except necrophilia and bestiality.
But, in real life, if you want to make me very ill indeed, just try to show me or even tell me about anything medical related.
I get queasy whenever I think about what happens to the bones in an arm when you turn it over. I fainted when the doctor was talking about what may or may not have happened to my sprained ankle.
And now, seriously, this is just such a dreadful scrape. It's very screwed up. It's all...weird and gunky and green and orange and ick. I cannot lie down. I cannot take baths without whimpering. I cannot take showers without making little half-screams. I cannot walk without limping.
It's icky and I hate it.
On the other hand, I obviously cannot do housework when I can barely stand. Obviously.
But, in real life, if you want to make me very ill indeed, just try to show me or even tell me about anything medical related.
I get queasy whenever I think about what happens to the bones in an arm when you turn it over. I fainted when the doctor was talking about what may or may not have happened to my sprained ankle.
And now, seriously, this is just such a dreadful scrape. It's very screwed up. It's all...weird and gunky and green and orange and ick. I cannot lie down. I cannot take baths without whimpering. I cannot take showers without making little half-screams. I cannot walk without limping.
It's icky and I hate it.
On the other hand, I obviously cannot do housework when I can barely stand. Obviously.